Postcards From Santa

Twas the day after Christmas

and Santa was pooped
In his chair he collapsed
as he kicked off his boots
Thoughts of sunshine prevailed
as he peered through the pane
no more snow, sleet or rain
It too cold for me here
so he gathered his deer
and prepared for his trip
his escape was planned
from the cold winters nip
as he packed up his sleigh
with sunblock and bengay
from his mouth could be heard
I leave the next day
to the south I will go
please don't shed any tears

I guarantee I'll see you again in a year

Blessings